James Benwick is rather too piano for me;.
I have just received your letter, and shall devote this whole morning to answering it, as I foresee that a little writing will not comprise what I have to tell you.
Sir Thomas, indeed, was, by this time, not very far from classing Mrs. Norris as one of those well–meaning people who are always doing mistaken and very disagreeable things.
When I am in the country,” he replied, “I never wish to leave it; and when I am in town it is pretty much the same. They have each their advantages, and I can be equally happy in either.
Keep your breath to cool your porridge’; and I shall keep mine to swell my song.
Mr. Rushworth could be silent no longer. “I do not say he is gentleman-like, considering; but you should tell your father he is not above five feet eight, or he will be expecting a well-looking man.
I was simple enough to think, that because my faith was plighted to another, there could be no danger in my being with you; and that the consciousness of my engagement was to keep my heart as safe and sacred as my honour.
He had just compunction enough for having done nothing for his sisters himself, to be exceedingly anxious that everybody else should do a great deal.
Elinor placed all that was astonishing in this way of acting to his mother’s account; and it was happy for her that he had a mother whose character was so imperfectly known to her, as to be the general excuse for every thing strange on the part of her son.
Marianne was vexed at it for her sister’s sake, and turned her eyes towards Elinor to see how she bore these attacks, with an earnestness which gave Elinor far more pain than could arise from such common-place raillery as Mrs. Jennings’s.
Her mother was a woman of useful plain sense, with a good temper, and, what is more remarkable, with a good constitution. She had three sons before Catherine was born; and instead of dying in bringing the latter into the world, as anybody might expect, she still lived on –.
To Pemberley, therefore, they were to go.
Perhaps, he would now agree that you should sometimes let people persude you not to do things.
Happiness in marriage is entirely a matter of chance.
You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope...I have loved none but you.
Why not seize the pleasure at once? How often is happiness destroyed by preparation, foolish preparation.
I come here with no expectations, only to profess, now that I am at liberty to do so, that my heart is and always will be yours.
Know your own happiness.
I wish, as well as everybody else, to be perfectly happy; but, like everybody else, it must be in my own way.
A mind lively and at ease, can do with seeing nothing, and can see nothing that does not answer.